Two Ways of Looking at an Ant

I.
Mom, Molly asks, can you open the front door for me. It is literally freezing cold out. Sure, uh why? I just gotta let this little guy go, that's all, and she shows me an ant crawling up her arm.

II.
Mom!!!! Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!
I run up the stairs to Kelly's room.
What's up little bear?
There is an ANT!!!!!!!!!! On my bed!!!!!!!! Get it! Get it!
I get it with a tissue, and it is gone.
All gone, little pie.
Mom, there was an ant! An ANT!!! Are you SURE it's gone?